[He doesn't argue with her interpretation of his question. Even what she does say gets that angry, murderous edge to break up through the fear again, his eyes narrowing and lip curling upwards in almost a growl of his own.]

[Even if he'd lose, he'd fight BOB if it meant keeping him away from her.]

Called me a murderer too, said...a few things she would have.

[His frown screws up further, and his voice gets quieter again.]

Said...he could hear my human memories still in there. Scratching.

[He shudders. This isn't like Lust, who wants them. His tone makes it clear that having them still in there, much less actively, is unwanted at best and terrifying at worst.]

I don't--after he really tore in, I don't remember much. I tried to run.

[It hadn't worked.]